My wife and I had his & her Starions, so that ought to let you know that I lucked out in the understanding-spouse department. We probably griped TO each other as much as we did AT each other. Then we switched over to Jags and started the process all over again (her with a modern XJ8 and then an XK8, me with an 87 XJ6…

Couple of things:

I suppose the ultimate issue for me is the forward planning you reference. For me personally, any amount of forward planning beyond “I need to stop at some point 300 miles into the trip to refuel” is not acceptable, particularly if we’re talking about a single charging station well off my route.

That’s fine for the route you’re taking, but if you’re not on the coasts, you can’t pull that off. Off the top of my head, let’s say you want to go from Mobile, Ala., to Tuscaloosa, Ala. — not out of the realm of possibility; we’re talking about a trip from a major port city to the hub of Mercedes USA. The primary…

Same thing I’ve been saying ever since GM started messing around with the EV1.

I bought something with the words “Jaguar” and “not running” in the same sentence. Twice.

It blows my mind how some of our supposed “smartest people in the world” sometimes forget that places other than New York City and Los Angeles exist. Try to end private vehicle ownership in one of America’s literally countless cities of approximately 100,000 people and see how long it takes you to sleep with the…

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I’ve done restos on a handful of old Jaguars and I’ve had to watch a couple die. Yeah, it hits you hard when you finally have to make that decision. In my case, my dad and I attempted to bring back to life a 1976 XJ12L sedan; after 13 years of futility, we sold it to someone else. At least our buyer claimed to want to…

At one time, my wife and I had his-and-her Mitsubishi Starions. On mine, you could safely get 30-50 miles after the light popped on. On hers, you’d better be looking at the gas station when the light came on. That light on her car might as well have been called the “Your Ass Just Ran Out Of Gas” light.

I watched one of these show up at a rural dragstrip just west of Macon, Ga., and destroy literally everything else that was there. Most of the chrome pieces were missing, the wheels were aftermarket and plain, and there didn’t appear to be any diamond quilting to be found.

My parents had one of these (albeit in a more stately gray color, and without the need to hook up a Clapper so you could open the doors). The word “shitbox” does not accurately describe just how bad those cars were from the factory.

Not gonna lie, I’d still rock those wheels on just about anything. I don’t know why, but I would.

I bet he doesn’t have the balls to try that again.

This car might actually get me to consider doing something I never do: Replace the engine with something of another badge.

If you’re going to try to make this a white-black issue, don’t bother. You can’t defend that position. “Pervasive car ownership” already lets me know where you’re coming from here, but it’s laughable that you are connecting increased VMT in the 1950s and 1960s with race. It had much more to do with the post-war…

The Crackiest Crack Pipe in all of Crackpipedom. Kudos for putting more horses under the hood — and especially for keeping the A/C — but that does nothing for the half-assed build quality, miles of plastic and vinyl inside the thing, and handling characteristics best described as trying to steer a drunk yak with a…

Sorry, but that’s horrible advice, providing you live in most of the continental U.S. or any other area of the developed world that isn’t hyper-urban. The answer to anxiety is to confront it and treat it, not to succumb to it by shutting yourself in your house, which is what most of your first point builds a defense…

Where are the ones from a 88-89 Jaguar XJ40? I believe its operation is best described as a “Pull On Handle, Hear A Spring Break Somewhere, Door Does Nothing” switch.

Not gonna lie, I’d watch this once to see the concept firsthand, and then I’d never watch it again. Autonomous anything holds no interest for me, particularly in the automotive arena. I am aware of the benefits of autonomous vehicles (more freedom for the elderly, the blind, etc.) but driving to me is fun and I’m not…